Today is two weeks since my mother died. I feel weird. Everything feels very weird. In order to support myself psychologically, I dressed up to go to Office Max. Lots of bling, outrageous tights, huge sunshades, a black and red motif.
Three very gay guys behind the counter at Office Max deeply appreciated my look. “Oh, what an amazing outfit,” they chanted in unison.
That was really nice.
“Everything feels very weird”
Very often, difficult people leave behind people who are shell-shocked and/or dazed and confused….
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That’s exactly it. It does feel like a bomb went off in the vicinity.
When I tell people that I am the one who was disinherited and not my sister, it gives them a little taste of the general confusion we’re experiencing. I have to confess, there’s quite a bit of enjoyment in seeing their dazed faces.
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